This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
swarms
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"... no, i haven't," J admitted, wondering what it looked like. the name was odd; had he encountered the name in a different context, he might have considered it edible. "why?"
he allowed the silence to sink in as neo helped him search for a book on skarmory. the creature's silhouette on the cover was easily identifiable as a skarmory, but to search for it by number alone was no easy task. "thanks," he said, taking the book from the shelf and flipping through to the table of contents.
J glanced from the pages of the book (he had no idea what most of its content was) and at neo. "have you seen a trubbish? i have one; they look no different from a bag of trash. are they similar to vanilite?"
"Let us simply say that I haven't the slightest clue where it keeps its brain." Neo had nothing against vanillites--she was certain most of them had brains--but she couldn't say she understood their anatomy, much less their physiology.
Neo had an itching suspicion that J was either not here to research skarmory auditory abilities. That, or he was simply the worst amateur researcher she had ever seen.
"I... have not seen a trubbish. What type is it?" Almost eagerly, she asked, "I don't suppose you have one?"
"yes, i have one. it's a poison-type -- i think," said J, retrieving the pokéball that contained the creature. a flash of light later, a trubbish stood on the ground, hummed a little tune that sounded suspiciously like 'joy to the world', and started hopping around.
"it's ... an odd creature. as a trainer, i don't -- yeah."
Neo whipped out her pokedex and it blared to life. <Wanting more garbage, they follow people who litter. They always belch poison gas.>
"Trubbish, the trash bag pokemon. Poison, indeed," she read aloud from the pokedex's bright display.
A smell was beginning to waft from the trubbish, and its footprints as left stains on the carpeted floor. With a resolve that bordered on insanity, she picked up the trubbish, held it in front of her at arm's lengths, and began marching towards the exit. "Let us take this fascinating specimen outside. Away from the books. Before someone yells at us."
The trubbish attracted a few very astonished (or disgusted) stares from the few people they passed in the library. The librarian sitting at circulation by the entrance looked ready to blow her fuse at Neo and J before she realized they were heading outside as expediently as possible.
On the street, she set the trubbish down and... rubbed her hands a little bit cleaner on the pavement.
Curiously, she inspected it, going so far as to prod the trubbish's... 'stomach'. In the name of science.
the trubbish wriggled under neo's touch, before sighing contentedly. its flipper hands were still waving about, though, and its feet were eagerly tapping against the ground as it attempted to ... dance, or something.
"what does a trubbish do, besides being ... some sort of trash bag?"
the trubbish heard its name and started humming the same song from before.
Neo withdrew her hand from the trubbish, but still kept them a bit outstretched. The thought of touching anything right now... she would contaminate anything she touched.
"It appears that is in fact its express purpose. To be a trash bag. ...I am not certain as to what it does with its own waste."
She paused before she finally asked, "Do you know that song its humming?"
"to be a trash bag," J repeated after neo, an eye still on the trubbish. where did all the trash go? -- he knew it ate rubbish for all of its meals, and whatever that could feasibly be eaten. "i thought it eats waste?"
the trubbish danced at the corner of his eyes, going into full-on dance mode. he wasn't sure where it learnt to do that.
"Yes, it eats waste, but surely it must produce waste itself," she said impatiently. On second thought, she did not want to know anything about the a trubbish used the little boy's room.
"Very charming. I daresay most households would be particularly displeased to find this christmas caroler on their porch."
She would've offered J a gentlemanly handshake were it not for the state of her hands. "Thank you for showing me your trubbish. It has been an experience."
J found that some things were better left unknown as the trubbish launched itself into a rendition of jingle bells at the pace of a funeral march. he returned the creature, still singing, into its pokéball.
no way in hell was he going to run around with it, or even attempt to train such a creature. he'd have to get over the singing first -- he didn't think he could.
"anytime. if you give me your contact number, i could let you know if i find anything new."
"My pleasure," she said, and recited her C-gear number aloud. It was good that she memorized it because reaching into her pocket right now would be a bad idea.
She breathed in the crisp, fresh air now that the trubbish was back in its pokeball. Before the trubbish, she hadn't known that she loved air quite so much.
"Now, if you don't mind, I shall... go somewhere to wash off my hands." Neo suspected they would never feel clean again.
